Far from here

Now, here
Questions as usual.
To be forgotten
Now, always, forever and ever
Poison only
Nothing else, nothing more
The days still move on and on, the same way they always did
The world still spins around with apparently no drama, or sense of sin
Same human made disasters
Same emptiness filled up by ideologies and ghosts of nothing
So fragile the mind, so unstable
Somewhere, now
In small things busy and concentrated
Or simply relaxing after a night with friends, to breathe the sense of life and the joy of living
Sipping a coffee while watching outside the window
The world slowly waking up and entering the new day
A new day
Fog, a little bit
Haze maybe
The precious gift of a new season
Your coffee still hot, the steam rising up in the air 
Circles and swirls encountering your eyes and your thoughts
Your lips on the cup
Your eyes staring at this painting of winter and life
Your mind somewhere
Far from here